Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

After receiving Wu Heng's arrangement, Naoko turned into a silver thread and left the room. The dim room suddenly fell into silence.

Wu Heng sat quietly in front of the worn black wooden table, tapping the table with his fingers. He was thinking and sensing everything around him.

He could sense that there were almost three hundred black auras in the entire huge apartment, some strong and some weak.

They all come from deep underground, where there is a gap connecting to an unknown place.

Wu Heng was 70% sure that there was a high chance that place led to Satan's lair.

'Satan.'

I silently recited these two words in my heart. This is a character that appeared in scriptures in many worlds.

But now it has really appeared in reality and has become his enemy.

These two names alone deserve full attention.

Wu Heng, who was thinking, suddenly stopped, turned his head to look at the faded iron door, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Rahmat, are you back? Hello, are you in the room? I'm Noor." The old lady's hoarse voice came from the door, accompanied by a knock.

"I heard from my son that you were back, so I knew you were home"

Before the old lady could finish her words, the door opened with a click, and the rest of her words were stuck in her throat.

She didn't expect Wu Heng to open the door so easily. She had come to his door many times before, but was always rejected and given various excuses to avoid talking to her.

However, she knew the kindness of the young man, and as long as she persisted in pestering him, he would never reject her.

Who makes him a good man?

"What's the matter? It's already night!" Wu Heng said indifferently.

"Of course it's about joining the church, Rahmat. You promised me that once your father's affairs were settled and the business was stable, you would inherit your father's faith, follow me to join the church, and receive God's blessing."

"I have already reported your information. You don't want to disappoint God, do you?"

"All the neighbors on this floor have joined, and your father is one of them. You should inherit his will." The old lady spoke out in one breath, as if she had memorized these words in advance.

"Will God bless me?" Wu Heng showed a smile.

"Cough, cough, cough, yes, God will bless all of us as long as we believe in it, respect it, and worship it. Cough, cough, ho--!" The old lady was still a little out of breath after all.

"You seem unwell?"

"It's an old problem."

"Ms. Noor, since you are so pious, why do you still get sick? Doesn't God bless you?" Wu Heng said.

"And you said my father was one of them, but he died mysteriously, and his body looked very strange. Why didn't God bless him?"

When the old lady heard this, her weak, drooping head instantly raised up, her eyes tense, and she stared at Wu Heng with extreme seriousness, as if she was looking at a person who had committed a heinous crime:
"Rahmat, who told you this? You misunderstood. It is because God has blessed me that I can continue to live without even taking medicine."

"If it weren't for God's protection, I would have died long ago and would not have lived to this day. I am only grateful in my heart."

"But I think you just have some tuberculosis, which should be curable with medicine."

"What nonsense are you talking about? How can I take medicine? That's blasphemy, that's questioning. I know my own physical condition, don't I? As for your father, he blasphemed God and lost his protection, so he had an accident."

"But he repented before he died, so as his descendant, you have been forgiven by God. I came here just to give you a chance." When the old lady said this, she tremblingly took out a pocket watch from her pocket, first placed it between her eyebrows, closed her eyes and muttered something piously, then opened the pocket watch and looked at the time.

"It's 20:16 now. We have a worship ceremony at 10 o'clock. If you listen to my advice, I can come to see you at o'clock."

She stared at Wu Heng and spoke seriously, as if she was an old teacher giving a lecture.

"I'm very sleepy and don't have time to go. You go by yourself. If God can resurrect my dead father, maybe I will go. At least it will prove that the blessing you mentioned is true."

Wu Heng gestured to see the guest off.

Hearing this, the old lady's eyes became even colder. It was hard to imagine an old lady with such eyes. She was just like an old evil cat that had eaten humans and was about to become a spirit.

"Rahmat, there are some things that cannot be said carelessly. Since you think so, I hope you won't regret it."

The old lady carefully closed the pocket watch, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and put it in her pocket. She glanced at Wu Heng meaningfully, as if she was looking at a dead person, then turned around and left tremblingly, returning to Room 216.

The moment she opened the door of her room, the entire corridor was filled with the stench of an old man.

Wu Heng closed the door.

He could naturally feel the weirdness of this old lady. Her body was also possessed by a strange aura, but it was in a latent state.

She was different from the young man before, her soul was penetrated by the breath, acting as a nutrient.

The soul in her chest had been sucked out, so she had physical problems.

Otherwise, an old lady who obtains this kind of spiritual satisfaction, even if it is through self-hypnosis, may become old and frail, but she may not necessarily be so miserable.

"I want to see what tricks you are going to play."

Wu Heng closed his eyes and continued to feel the situation around him, following various auras to trace the abnormal places in this world.

Use various scattered information to determine what level the enemy is at.

at the same time,

The girl who bought Wu Heng's "Mysterious Banana" before also returned to the Grogol area where the rich people lived.

Her family owns a townhouse with a dome here. Unlike the unfinished state of the Mandala Apartment, the villa has been finely decorated, with white tiles on the exterior and panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows.

It looks exquisite at first glance.

But she stopped at the door, just because she had been having nightmares for the past few days, all related to her home.

On the first day, she dreamed that her bed turned into a coffin and she was sealed inside, motionless, while her parents were holding a funeral for her outside.

The next day, she dreamed of a dark shadow in the bathroom, hiding and waiting for her; for the next few days, she dreamed of various scary scenes, such as a rotten face in the mirror and a corpse under the bed.

Every time I was scared and woke up in a cold sweat.

To the extent that she actually developed a fear of returning home.

"Anita, why haven't you come home yet, silly girl? Why are you standing at the door? Come back soon, it's going to rain soon."

A beautiful woman in a gauze dress opened the door and took the girl's hand. (End of this chapter)